I have come to hate the United States Postal Service.

[bktheirregular]

So I go to lunch and run errands, and come back to find two things:

1) A verbal report on my latest bank statement that is a) panic-inducing, and b) dead wrong.

Report: "Your bank statement says you owe twenty-five hundred dollars. Didn't you take care of that?"
Answer: "That's the available credit line. You see the number under 'amount you owe'? Two dollars twenty-five cents. See that?"

I was too tired to launch into arguments about opening other people's mail.

2) Official bar results came. Obnoxious hovering while I opened the envelope. "How'd you do?"

My score: 636. Passing score: 660. Missed by ... four percent or so.

"Well, you're going to have to make sure you get well over the passing grade next time."

[WARNING: the blogger's mental response to this statement has been classified by the Department of Justice as a Thoughtcrime. Agents are responding forthwith.]

Close entry.

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[celli]

*hugs you*

*smites family*

[wiliqueen.livejournal.com]

Y'know, normally I'd say something about displacement here, but all in all I'd say the Post Awful can take it.

{{{{{{bk}}}}}}

:: hands Nerf bat for family ::

What makes people think things like that are okay???

[weirdweb.livejournal.com]

*hugs Bruce*

*whacks the rest of Bruce's family with a pimento loaf once Celli is done smiting*

Geez.